The provinces and territories of Canada.

(Source: leodcaprio, via hotkniife)

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43746
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3 hours ago

playstation2chainz:

fun game to play at the movies: not bringing your fucking baby

(via niggyiggy)

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245066
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3 hours ago

urlcritic:

i’d rather eat a salad than go to school 

(via juilanne)

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3 hours ago

unbrokenable:

The only thing preventing me from smashing my alarm clock at 6am is the fact that it’s my cellphone.

(via bullied)

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72004
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4 hours ago

moosezekiel:

guys i’ve found the song that embodies every teenage boy

(via niggyiggy)

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4 hours ago

guy:

i put the shy in trashy

(Source: guy, via guy)

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2097
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4 hours ago
time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

(Source: deersugar, via niggyiggy)

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153988
Posted
4 hours ago

idreamofjimmy:

The United States Postal Service

(via pokepuffs)

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4 hours ago

sniffing:

iOS 7 more like iOS 7% of my battery left.

(via hotboyproblems)

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4 hours ago
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